"Crazy woman!"
Zhao Fu could not help cursing again, but he had no power to resist. Even the Nation-Guarding Artifact had been forcibly suppressed.
Feng Qianghua's face was icy as she walked toward Zhao Fu and said, "Wretched man! If you did not possess the highest-grade Dragon-Phoenix, I would have you killed right now."
"However, you are extremely useful to me, so I will still confer upon you the title of Imperial Consort. But you will spend the rest of your life in the Cold Palace, so that you can never betray me again. I'll cure that licentious nature of yours."
"You may also beg me now. Promise that you will belong to me alone and kill all those women of yours. Perhaps I may forgive you once."
"Get lost!"
Zhao Fu glared at her and shouted angrily.
Feng Qianghua remained expressionless, her eyes filled with dense chill. "It seems you need to suffer a little before you submit beneath my skirt. And you must remember this: you are mine. You have no right to voice an opinion."
Boom!
Feng Qianghua extended a snow-white jade hand and grasped at the void. Zhao Fu was seized by an invisible force and hauled into the air. A force then slammed heavily into his body, making him spurt a mouthful of blood and breaking several of his bones.
Zhao Fu was instantly grievously injured, his aura weakening as his body hung limply in midair.
Some of the anger in Feng Qianghua's heart had finally been vented, and a faint smile appeared on her face. She came to Zhao Fu's side, removed the mask from his face, lifted his chin, and stared at him. "Do you know your mistake now? Beg me properly, and I will cherish you well from now on. How could